Part 11 - The road to the East
Sadly for Eilieen, the night beneath the trees is too dark for songbirds to still be awake to attend her prayers. Of the few birds in the area that are still awake, she probably wouldn't be happy about having Bilfro's owl perch on her shoulder.
The night passes peacefully, disturbed by neither orc nor badger, and with the wagons provide adequate shelter from the occasional rain showers.
By dawn, the sky has cleared, bringing a chill, low-lying morning mist and a peaceful stillness to the world. Somewhere nearby, a blackbird starts to sing, and is joined shortly afterwards by more and more types of bird.
By the time the sun starts to rise, the woods are filled with birdsong. A welcome contrast to the yells and screams which had ended the previous day.
A robin flies down to perch on one of the wagons, tilting its head to watch the activity as the camp starts to stir.
Colwyn awakens with his customary scowl, and watches curiously as Fergus tries to attract the bird with a few crumbs of bread, "Be yer tryin' ter catch it?" he asks, and gets a smile from Fergus, "No. It's bad luck to hurt a robin. Very bad luck for a farmer to do it."
OOC: Morning - spell lists for the day from those that need to prepare them, thanks.